York radios ahead- because of course he has to. Otherwise they'll get shot out of the sky and all of this will have been for nothing. It's about mid call with Kimball- she's got her reservations and he really doesn't blame her, that the base goes up. Crackling fire and thunderous noise. Answering her question about what he did and what they're bringing is...fun. She's still pissed.

Doyle's still pissed.

But he has to keep them from hurting his people. He can't let anyone else use them like that.

By the time they're drifting down close to Armonia he peels off the helmet to scrub at his good eye. Peer across at Wash. "You hold'n up alright?"